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But the girls weren't really all that hot because the truly best-looking ones were all over at your place, eh Haus? Eh?
What on Earth would I have wanted with girls, hot or otherwise? Given that the "young guns" being described in the interview whence this unwise claim was taken are pushing forty these days, were the cream of the girlcrop of the time to have turned up at my door rather than spending an evening dancing with the British invasion of DC in...ooooh...1986 or thereabouts, the shrift offered to them would have been short indeed unless they brought with them Transformers.
Still, I'm sure in some cultures that was a terribly good putdown, and Warren, upon reading it, will call you up and invite you to hang out at his place and be his friend. Well done.
There is a question here about the function of the "collectable" - something like the Transmetropolitan glasses, which could be synthesized well enough with two pairs of cheapos glasses from Camden market, a pair of wire cutters and a soldering iron (total price about £30), but are selling for $124. Of course, this may be inflated from their original valuation - inspired by this thread, I did a quick eBay search and found that an inserted postcard pushing Transmet was being auctioned off for actual cash money so a market appears to exist willing to pay for this stuff.
However, the relationship of such things - these glasses, the Justice League statue series, plushie Deaths and Dreams, replica Green Lantern power rings and otherwise - to the experience of reading comics is an interesting one. I suspect to an extent we're looking at a convention-going culture, which has its own subtle gradations of status entirely beyond me, but perhaps it's also a question of personal aesthetics and interior decoration. |
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And I'm the only pretentious fucker I know on campus who wears a William S. Burroughs RE/Search t-shirt.